Kang Chen waved his hand and said, "Take her away."
Zhuo Zi'ang glanced at the two soldiers behind him, signaling them to step forward and take over.
And so, in the blink of an eye, the fake Ming Mei was handed over to Kang Chen's men.
Kang Chen stood up. "Now that we've got her, let's go."
Fake Ming Mei opened her eyes, looking at Kang Chen. Her gaze suddenly lit up with joy. She reached out, trying to grab Kang Chen, "Ah... ah..."
She couldn't form words, only letting out incoherent sounds.
Although the distance between them was over a meter, making it impossible for her to reach him, Kang Chen still took another step back.
Kang Chen flashed her a faint smile. "Don't worry. We'll... discuss it later."
Zhuo Zi'ang observed this exchange keenly. When Kang Chen said these words, the smile on his lips never reached his eyes. The fury and killing intent hidden deep in his gaze—that could only be known to Kang Chen herself.
And then there was that line—"discuss it later."
